- - A White Rose, A Red Rose, Chapter 1 - -
by Miaka
Rated PG

Well, this is my first attempt at a written fanfic, so please be gentle.  I
have not
had very much experience in this type of writing, I have a tendency to do
more
poetry and the like.  But I am trying to write this story so that you can
see the
pictures that are/were in my mind.    I have a tendency to be rather poetic
in all
my writing, and rather descriptive, but hopefully my editors will catch the
mistakes that I make on that account.  I break a lot of rules in grammar,
but I will
try and keep it down to a minimum.  Thank you SO much for taking an interest
in
my story.  If you have any suggestions please e-mail me at
nitehawk@silcom.com
Well, thanks again!

This story takes place in the Silver Millennium and I rather played on the
bond
between Usagi and Mamoru, Serena and Darien, Serenity and Endymion, or
whatever-other-names you might have for them.  For the most part I use the
Japanese version of their names, but occasionally I will use the American
version
for a nickname.  This chapter is trying to introduce the two main characters
and is
a bit confusing as well as slow.  Later chapters will pick up speed and will
involve
more interesting things.  Thank you ever-so-much for being patient with me!
God
Bless you all and now on to the story!

Disclaimer:
I don't own Sailor Moon, blah blah blah, there are a lot of great
disclaimers on
other pages, if you want a great disclaimer read one of those.  Hee hee

- - A White Rose, A Red Rose, Chapter 1- -

   Laughing, the small princess ran through the halls passing servants,
Lords, and
Ladies.  All those who saw the girl smiled for a great happiness radiated
from the
small child.  Hot on her tail were her best friends:  Rei, the Princess of
Mars;
Ami, the Princess of Mercury; Makoto, the Princess of Jupiter; and her
cousin,
Minako, the Princess of Venus.
   In an attempt to hide the Princess ran out into the gardens.  The child
loved the
gardens. Flowers had been brought from all over the universe to grow here
and
the effect was stunning.  Magic let the flowers grow as they would have in
their
natural habitat.  Overall the place was considered to be on of the most
beautiful in
the universe.  Where else could one get a glimpse of a Lightning Lily from
Jupiter
growing in harmony with a Shadow Plant from Pluto?  Or a Fire Tulip from
Mars
growing safely under an Ice Vine from Mercury?
     But out of all these flowers the small princess loved the earth flowers
the best.
And out of all the Earth flowers there was one that caught her attention
more than
the others.  It was so delicate to look at, the petals were profuse and so
soft, softer
than silk, and then there were the thorns.  Even with all that beauty and
delicateness there was still a harshness to the flower, and that made the
princess
love it all the more.
     Her mother had called the flower a rose and had told her that it was
the symbol
of love.  People often called her after the rose and said that  she was like
a white
rose, soft and gentle but full of energy, so innocent and pure and full of
love.  She
enjoyed being compared with her favorite flower and went to see them often.
Today was no different.  As soon as the little princess entered the garden
she
headed straight for the earth flowers and then for the roses.
     Upon arriving, the Princess found that there was not a single rose
among the
plants.  Slightly disappointed she recalled her mothers words, "Child, the
rose
sleeps as the world approaches winter, it foretells the coming of snow.
Then in
the spring they come back, more beautiful and stronger than ever.  I have
heard
that there is a rose that blooms in the snow, but I have yet to see it. "
     Smiling at the memory the girl brightened as she thought of the
beautiful snow
that would soon be covering the land.   The game of chase forgotten in her
joy,
the princess turned and ran off to find her friends.
     Unfortunately, before the little one had gotten far, she tripped and
fell,
catching her foot on a displaced stone.  Feeling pain in her hands she
glanced
down at them and saw that they were bleeding.  Normally this wound not have
been a big deal, but normally she was not alone.   She always had people
watching over her, making sure that she was all right, and the occasional
time
when she did bleed a healer was always near by to fix the would instantly.
      But she was alone.  Alone and unsure of what to do.  She had never
felt pain
for more that a few seconds and was not sure how to react to the throbbing,
searing heat that now radiated throughout her small fingers and palms.  A
single
tear rolled down her cheek as she stared at her hands, unsure of what she
should
do.
      In her mind she called for help, her voice still caught in the shock
that
numbed her mind.  A second tear was just begining to slowly make its way
down
her soft cheek when she heard a young voice.  She saw no one, not even an
animal to pin as the owner of the voice.  Nevertheless, being only three
years of
age, she did not think it odd that a voice could be heard while no one was
present,
after all there was an intercom in the palace that her mother used to summon
servants and give directions.  What the child did not realize was that the
voice
was not audible, it was only in her head.
      "Gentle one," the voice called to her.  "What ails you?"  Having no
reason to
be wary of the voice, she trusted the voice and told it the whole story of
what had
happened.  "Sir, I was looking at the earth flowers, looking to see if there
were
any . . . a . . . roses," she said, fumbling for the name of the foreign
flower, "but
they are sleeping because winter is coming and so I will have to wait until
spring
to see them so I then went running to find my friends and I fell.  Now my
hands
are red with blood and I do not know what I should do."  After completing
her
tale she felt rather that saw the owner of the voice smile.  Slowly she
began to
realize that she had felt this presence before, in fact, it was present
almost all the
time, though it had never spoken.
     "Gentle One, my mother told me that if I placed my hands over a wound
and
concentrated on it healing, it would be healed.  So, since the wounds are on
your
hands, clasp your hands together and concentrate on them healing.  Mother
said it
would only work for a few people, but you should try it." the voice
suggested.
      Placing her hands together the Princess closed her eyes and imagined
her
hands as they were when healed.  She felt a soft rush of energy flowing into
her
hands and opened her eyes.  Her hands were glowing and pulsing with a soft
silver energy.  Taking  her hands apart slowly she found that all the cuts
were
gone and there was no blood to be found.
      "Sir, thank you for your advice, I shall not forget it." the princess
exclaimed
happily.
     "You need not call me Sir, that is all too formal.  I am not old enough
for that
yet.  You may call me . . ."
     "I shall call you Mamoru," the princess proclaimed interrupting him.
"You
protected me, so you deserve that name."
      "Mamoru it shall be then, but what shall I call you?"
      "Well, my friends call me . . ."
      This time it was the princesses turn to be interrupted, "I shall call
you Usagi
because you remind me of a gentle rabbit."
     "I like that!  My very favorite animal is the rabbit!"  Usagi
exclaimed.  Once
again her happiness was bubbling over as it usually did.  And once again
Mamoru
smiled and Usagi relished the feeling of it.  Although she was still young
she
loved to see people happy and already, even though she had never seen it,
she
liked his smile.
     "Mamoru we can be very good friends and talk and play often."  Usagi
was
exploding with joy, she had a new friend, and that was enough for her.  She
did
not need to see him, only to know that he was there.
      "Usagi, you had better head back to your home or else your family will
be
worried about you, you have been gone awhile."  Mamoru reminded her suddenly
      "Oh, yea, the others were looking for me when I came out here to hide,
I
forgot.  hee hee.  Well, I am pleased to meet you and I shall come back to
visit
you."  Usagi bounded to her feet and immediately took off running.
      "I shall speak to you again soon."  came the reply in her mind.
@--<--<---
     Mamoru sat in his bedroom staring out the window.  He had finally been
able
to speak to the one whose feelings he could feel himself.  He had been a
rather
silent child until she had come crashing into his life.  At the age of four
he had
first "met" her.  Not literally, but it had been the first time he felt her.
Sitting for
lessons was not the most exiting thing for a boy of four to do and he had
been
intensely bored when all of a sudden he felt an intense joy.  The strange
thing
about it was that he knew it was not his own.  Even at four he knew that he
could
feel the emotions of someone else.  And finally today, after three years of
wondering who it was that he felt, he met her.  This little girl had been
the one to
share her joy with him, she was truly an angle.  And know he knew that he
could
speak to her, maybe not see her, but at least speak to her.
@--<--<---

     OK, so let me know what you think.  There are probably a lot of errors
present,
but please forgive me.  I really hope you like it, I know that it wa a bit
slow, but I
was trying to introduce the start of the story.  Once again you can e-mail
me at
nitehawk@silcom.com  Thanks and God Bless you